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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

AS BELIEF SLIPS AWAY

I waityou disappearI have adapted to the uncertaintyhaving studied the meaninglessnessof everythingas belief slips away
The celibate angelsare heading homebleeding from the mouth
These diminutive princessesare walking with a phantomeyes filled with sleep
Glasses are lifted
A muted announcera dark-eyed lovera tipsy comedianimitates a womanviolently histrionic
You're as freakyas a Fellini moviethose painted facesin a room full of rogues
But the criticsquestioning the old notionshave forgiven the abstract worldand so must I
So I waitthrough the long summerfor the sun to setin some gilded autumn skyand you to come breezing by

the celibate angels is def a strong image...especially them beaten up...really interesting progression of this from image to image...we differ on the meaninglessness but i appreciate the way you wrote it....smiles.

What you write reminds me of a cartoon I saw on a friend's wall when I was in college.

On it the caption: "life is a meaningless interruption to an otherwise peaceful non-existence."

Over the years, I've found this freeing. If there is no meaning to my life other than what I give it, that is excellent. Each moment, each sensation of touching the corduroy, is mine.i am here experiencing the magic of being a sentient being.

You seem to be saying something like that as you write about the golden autumnal light as the day eases into night.

ARLENE: "Life is a meaningless interruption to an otherwise peaceful non-existence." I love that--it sums up in one sentence what certain philosophers wrote volumes trying to get across.If you pinned me down, my best guess would be that this is play, (a word with multiple meanings in this context) and most of us are taking it way too seriously. On the other hand, the trick to is to play the game with abandon--just like a tennis player involved in an intense match--but always keep in the back of our mind that it IS a game, and when it is over, we all take our racquets and go home, have a shower, eat dinner, and start thinking about what's next. It's not the end of existence, it's just the end to this particular game.

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